Stone-cold before the chiminea’s embers Amid this bummer of a night in December, Galumphing through a thrift-store of thought I remember...

Wandering the woods of Mississippi I regard a graveyard in a hush, Forced to reminisce a bit tipsy A whole lotta terracotta trees Once...

During the nadir of winter I spoke my prayer And watched it wistfully go, Wandering off in the air, With it, every care, Every woe.

Love’s above, & sorrow’s below. How do I know? I let my skin show Blistered, sunburnt, split-lipped & bare; Diseased sleaze clinging like...

Steppin’ forth my feet in the shifting sand, Just me, myself and I along emotional land, Shuffling already a thousand miles or more...

The seed of ambition’s planted, And gradually it’ll grow, But when success is granted Only time shall show. Yet to be a twig or tree...

I’m the spacesuit pirate in an ocean: alienated When empty’s gone this relationship’s potion. I’m just… I’m just utterly fricken hungover...

Watching cars in a parking lot Carrying flowers to and fro, I wonder from what flower pot Did these blossomed beings grow, Since so timid...

It’s an indigestible December where Snows gradually graze the ground, Burying any trace of ember there Burning fiercely to be found;...

Mama, O mother, you were always there For supper’s happy chime & story time before prayer. But then, somehow, somewhere Like a magician,...

Cupid smiles on his cloud, Dreaming of a warmer future, And w/ a loving laugh aloud Zings an arrow to assure Two lovers, albeit apart,...

As I sit upon my porch and ponder Of the earth and of heavens yonder, I hear from afar in harmonious key Easter’s orchestra of serenity:...

Snake eyes Serpentine perception A sinner’s lies Sensual inception Slithering, sucking, Licking and fucking ‘til finally we feel free,...

Spring flowers freshly sprung Know no rock bottom, Only up, up, up, Sippin’ a happy sup From Easter’s mellifluous dug, Oblivious to the...

There’s always a time, a time for tea Amid the hullabaloo of my reality. Yet there’s ne’er a time, a time for tea Midst our back-breaking...

Love’s got me feelin’ like a caged bird: The outside sounds are far away, Scarcely heard, and the light of day Taunts me from the bay...

Air. Amid us all Everywhere. The zephyr in Fall So fresh, so fair, Whispering the call, The croon, the caw Of an archaic prayer Caressing...

Naïve’s the lamb carousing in their lair, Her virginal aroma like rum in the air, & w/ their snouts keen to the room, Soon the wolves...

Never again shall a girl rust This golden heart I expose, For when she’s bored w/ lust My heart she’ll dispose, So I’ve burnt its bridge...

My hand misses the company of another, Another belladonna to huzza as m’lover, Another to hug, caress & kiss. Another t’lug my ass...